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“Of course we will.” I don’t share his pessimism. To me, what happened here is a sign that we’re on the right path. “We’ll make it through the winter. Don’t worry.”
“How can I not worry?” He grits his teeth together, trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t wake her. “Especially when you’re talking bullshit about whelps? Not to mention?—”
I lovingly put my hand over his mouth, silencing him.
“That’s for tomorrow.” Esme lets out a tiny sound, disturbed in her sleep by Drazak’s tone. “If we can find our way through this to the answer, then we can surely find our way through anything.”
In his eyes I can make out a glimmer of my hope reflected back at me, and I thank little Esme for coming into our lives, because I don’t know what would have been left of him otherwise.
Chapter 12
Esme
My trollkin speak quietly as I hover on the edge of dreams, not quite fading into them. Drazak is worried about something, but I’m too far into sleep to comfort him. I hope that he isn’t worried about me, because nothing will ever trouble me again.
Drazak is up before either of us the next morning, which bodes well. Perhaps, despite everything, things might return to normal—or as normal as they can be.
Thanks to the hog he hunted, we’ll have enough sustenance for a while, but meat isn’t enough to tide us over. I want to go farther afield to look for berries and nuts and greens.
“Come with me?” I ask Han’zir, carrying the baskets I usually take foraging. I know my orc and my troll don’t like me going alone like this, so perhaps if I’m accompanied, Drazak won’t frown on it.
Han’zir cocks his head, then looks around for Drazak, who’s fixing up a piece of farm equipment he thinks he can sell. His brow is furrowed in concentration, his hands covered in grease as he fits a nut and wrenches it on.
“All right,” Han’zir says, hopping off his tree perch. “Let’s go.” He whispers something in Drazak’s ear as he slips by, and our orc mutters something in return before going back to his work.
As we head off into the trees, Han’zir takes my hand between his big fingers, and I love the way his hair shines pure blue in the sunlight. We reach the edge of the meadow and head off into the woods, walking along the river.
“There are other farms out here,” he says. “But I know where they are. Still, we should be careful.” I understand enough words now that I can make sense of most of it. I’m glad he’s with me today.
It’s hot out, and soon even under the tree cover we’re both sweating. I brought one water skin, but we’re forced to stop after a few hours and refill it. Only half of one basket is filled because much of what’s out here has already been picked over. When we reach the river, Han’zir starts taking off his clothes without saying a word to me. Before I can blink, he leaps into the cold water stark naked.
“Come in, keva,” he calls to me, flicking some in my direction.
“We are hunting,” I tell him.
“And we need a break! It’s too hot. So come on.”
Pleased at the idea of spending some quality time with my troll, I take off my dress and join him in the water. He kisses me between bouts of splashing, and soon his cock is hard and stiff, and his face shifts from fun and playful to predatory. He picks me up and carries me out of the river, then gathers up all our clothes into a makeshift bed.
“Can I have you for myself this time?” he asks me, laying me back on it as if I’m a delicate doll.
I giggle. “Yes.” I’ll gladly hoard Han’zir for a while.
But instead of putting his cock in me, as I expect him to, he pulls my legs apart and peers down between them.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he doesn’t move to touch me. No, he’s simply staring at my most private place with wide eyes.
“Learning,” he says. With a tentative gentleness, he runs his finger along my folds. I decide to let him do it, but it’s hard to push down the humiliation I feel at being so exposed. Still, there’s only keen interest in his eyes as he brushes over my clit, causing me to spasm. He does it again, and then again, until he’s feverishly rubbing me and I’m writhing under his hands. When he gets too forceful, I stop him, panting.
“Keva,” he says, “you smell too good.” He leans in even closer and breathes me in, simply savoring it. And then most unexpectedly, his tongue brushes over me.
I gasp with surprise and pleasure, and he repeats the motion, going much more softly with his mouth. He explores me with his hand while he licks me, investigating the slit underneath. He slides one finger into me, and after bringing all of Drazak’s cock inside me last night, he fits right in.
Oh, there’s nothing like the feeling of my troll between my legs, lavishing me with his lips, tantalizing me with his hand, driving me steadily upward and upward.
“Your cunt is delicious,” he says with wonder, pausing in his attack. Then he gets a wicked smile on his face, and buries his mouth in my pussy, sucking and licking and tormenting it in all manner of delightful ways. The pleasure is so intense that tears bite at the back of my eyes, and I’m writhing and moaning underneath him. When I finally crest the hill and even my neck is taut with unspent pleasure, something inside me bursts, and a gush of liquid rushes out of me. I gasp and pull away, concerned—but Han’zir doesn’t let me. No, he keeps me in place with his hands, drinking up everything I have to give. When he’s finished he’s panting, and as he sits up, I find his cock thick and heavy and swollen a dark blue.
“I want to be inside you, keva,” he says, licking his lips. His face is wet with me. “Please.”
